Jackal Among Snakes

“What do you think?” Argrave questioned Anneliese. The two of them sat on rather comfortable chairs just before a table. Despite the safety of the tower, neither removed their enchanted armor—the Tower was safe, but it was still better to be overcautious. They were in a private room, warded to block sound—commonplace in the tower.

Anneliese crossed one leg over the other. “Of the tower?” she asked, and when Argrave nodded to confirm, she said, “It is a bit… ostentatious, if I am honest.”

“Got that right. It’s no coincidence it’s in the middle of a plain. It’s a big, useless monument to pride. I think Castro would agree. You met him before, now that I think back,” Argrave settled into his chair, then sighed. “Induen’s dead.”

“You feel relieved,” she said—a statement, not a question.

“Yeah,” Argrave said, voice distant. “The provisional route I made at the beginning of… whatever the hell you call my presence in this realm, it’s veered quite far off course. And now, I’m planning to take us further from it.”

“I will help as best I can,” Anneliese only assured him.

“How are you handling these developments?” Argrave asked her.

Anneliese shifted in her chair uncomfortably. “I have been trying to focus myself on this place, this tower, and what might be within… I suppose that should tell you enough. I am nervous. I am afraid. We have angered something very powerful.”

Argrave snorted. “Hearing you’re curious about this place just tells me you’re the same person at root.” He looked to her. “But forget about who we’ve angered. Induen’s death wasn’t a crime of passion—it was a great damned opportunity. King Felipe’s angry, I’m a kinslayer—all of these consequences pale in comparison to the good that one act did, pragmatically and morally.”

“I never said I doubted your actions,” Anneliese soothed.

“I know you didn’t. I said it half to myself, honestly. But…” Argrave adjusted his sleeve. “Hearing him make that suggestion about your future—that got under my skin like nothing else. If I could have made him—”

The door to the room opened, cutting Argrave off. A short man with a straight back and a wrinkled, almost leathery bald head entered. He seemed kind and harmless. He looked far too small to threaten or intimidate, and the amiable smile practically writ on his face spoke to his kindness. Calling him kind was true enough, but Castro was light years away from being harmless.

Argrave rose to his feet at once. “Tower Master Castro,” he said eagerly. “Thought we’d be waiting longer—planned for a long conversation with Anneliese.”

“Ah…” his eyes jumped between the two of them.

“I’m Argrave,” he put his hand to his chest. “We spoke at—”

“Did you think I’d forgotten?” Castro interrupted, then stepped a bit closer after he shut the door. “No, I was simply… deeply awed by your progress. Both of you… my memory is not perfect, but your improvements seem utterly tremendous.”

both to smile. The fact he was happy eased Argrave—it likely meant he

of necromancy, Order of the Rose-era creatures… large portions of both soul and magic power crystallize in the eye, preventing decay while retaining sight. The crystallized soul is the gold color, while the

Argrave’s turn to be awed when Castro so quickly identified the

not why we’re here,” Argrave

won’t insult you by implying you don’t know that,” Castro said, raising one finger above his head until he tapped Argrave’s chest. “But beyond that, I would not like to see such

an awful lot about necromancy. Can pinpoint exact details,”

finger back. “I am

alchemy, not necromancy.” Argrave shook his head, then sat back down at the chair. “Can we sit,

“Ah. We meet again, young lady Anneliese. Though your friend here drew my eye… you are no less the achiever, I see. Both of you are well

again, Master Castro,” she greeted with a

head as he thought of something. “Well, I imagine you had other matters to discuss,” he said as

penny of it,” he lamented, realizing denying things at this point would just be insolence. Castro did not lead the Order of the

they will permeate throughout the Order. All is well that ends well. And nothing concrete traces back to you… or your smuggler friends, there. After all, Elaine of Vyrbell might

into the chair. “You might start unnerving me if you

Do you wish me to expedite your ascendency to High Wizards of the Order? I am afraid that

said Anneliese. “And we did not

help with a gift for my sister. I’m going to be visiting

surprised. “That’s a sweet sentiment. I’m sure

the Order of the Rose that might be recovered. That’s my

tapped his finger against the armrest of the chair, staring at Argrave with wonder. “And how

“Hellish place. Wouldn’t wish it on anyone. But I learned a lot. Gained a lot.” And made some unexpected acquaintances, he left that last part unspoken, mind wandering

agreement, and Castro’s eyes jumped between the two of

I see,” Castro remarked. “Well… certainly I can organize

be you, personally,” Argrave leaned forward, trying to appear as earnest as

bushy white brows descending. “I cannot. I have pressing matters to attend

Magister Moriatran to ask, next,” Argrave said—the man was ostensibly Castro’s largest rival, a councilor on the ruling body of the Order

notion, young man. Do you suppose he will even agree to meet you?” Castro laughed, then scratched his cheek. “I do not say I have matters to attend to for the sake of dodging this request—I am genuinely busy. My duties are light as the

Argrave insisted, leaning yet more forward ‘til he nearly fell off the

he looked at her, she shook her head to indicate it was hopeless. Argrave slumped back into the

fortresses are few and far between, and I would jump at the opportunity if I did not have other concerns. Alas, the trappings of power.” Castro scratched the back of his neck. “I am told the Margrave sought aid from the Tower for the plague by your advice,” Castro noted. “And I’ve heard other whispers, too, from the northwest. I am not ignorant of the good you’ve done, and you have earned something.” Castro smiled, then pointed. “Speaking of the good you’ve done—you’ve yet to receive your reward for the dissertation on